The matron laughed and slapped her again. "Consort Yuan, you used to be so high and mighty. That was only because of the Emperor's favor. Now that you've lost it, you're lower than the most wretched palace maid."
"Even without the Emperor's favor, my son is the Crown Prince! How dare you treat me this way? I'll have your head!" Consort Yuan's face stung fiercely, a towering rage burning within her.
Hearing this, the matron turned, a trace of fear in her eyes, and looked toward the Empress.
"A child who has lost his mother... how far do you think he can go?" the Empress scoffed.
Consort Yuan's eyes blazed with fury. "If you dare touch the Crown Prince, I will never forgive you."
